The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 175 In Order To Protect Her

How did Maverick get here? Didn’t the ‘toast’ he was referring to happen a long time ago? Why does he still remember it so clearly?

Gwendolyn glanced behind Maverick from the corner of her eyes.

Not only him, but it seemed that Nico, Elven, Ezra, William, and Quinton were all there as well.

Gwendolyn instinctively looked up at the railing on the first floor again. Charles was still leaning at where he was. Although she could not see his expression due to the lights, she could sense that he was watching them.

The man offering a toast was scolded by Maverick, and the former looked innocently at Gwendolyn. “Miss, I meant no harm. It’s just a drink. I don’t know why this gentleman has to insult me.”

“You’re right. It’s just a drink.” Gwendolyn pursed her lips and smiled, her slender fingers reaching out to take the red wine that had been passed to Maverick.

However, Maverick refused to give her the glass. His darkened eyes were gloomy, and his face was full of displeasure.

Gwendolyn’s beautiful eyes were gentle, and she coaxed Maverick in a frivolous tone, “Behave yourself and let go of the glass. I’ll accept your toast next time.”

With just this one sentence, Maverick was instantly satisfied.

Gwendolyn effortlessly retrieved the glass of red wine, elegantly taking a whiff before gently pressing her red lips against the rim, readying to take a sip.

The man offering the toast saw her movements, and a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.

However, Gwendolyn’s lips came to a halt just before they touched the liquid.

She looked at the man with a hint of playfulness in her gaze. “Do you really want me to drink?”

The man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes filled with anticipation as he nodded.

In the next second, Gwendolyn’s smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and she splashed the glass of wine directly onto the man’s face. “You know exactly what’s in this drink, and it should taste pretty good. You should give it a good try.”

She had not noticed it at first, but the man mentioned that he came from the small cubicle. When Maverick and his group appeared and threw a wrench in the man’s plan, the people at that table did not react at all. Moreover, the man was being overly attentive.

The man’s face and body were covered in red wine, which annoyed him slightly. “If you don’t want to drink, that’s fine. But why are you accusing me? You’re such a buzzkill!”

He wiped his face and lowered his head, reaching for the tissue in his suit pocket.

Maverick watched him closely and noticed a cold look on the man’s face when the latter lowered his head, which was not a good sign.

The man seized the opportunity when Gwendolyn had turned her attention away and suddenly pulled out a small glass bottle from his pocket, maliciously splashing its contents toward Gwendolyn’s face.

“Look out!” Almost acting out of instinct, Maverick pulled Gwendolyn into his embrace, and the entire bottle of liquid splashed onto the back of his suit. The suit immediately sizzled and emitted smoke.

“Ugh…” The burning pain shot through him, causing Maverick’s brows to furrow tightly and his face to turn pale. Despite the agony, his arms still hugged Gwendolyn close, firmly protecting her in his embrace.

“Ms. Shalders, it’s sulfuric acid!” Elven cried out in terror.

This sentence was like a bomb, causing the crowd that was initially dancing on the dance floor to burst into an uproar as they screamed and scattered in all directions.

The scene turned chaotic in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the man who threw the sulfuric acid quickly fled.

dare he play tricks

and observed his condition, swiftly taking off

just caught a cold last night, so his immunity was low. After taking two cold

his chin on Gwendolyn’s shoulder and gently held her slender waist. As cold sweat rolled down his face, he allowed Gwendolyn to pull off

middle of the entire back was affected. The liquid was most concentrated in that area, causing the

It was extremely agonizing.

that it was he who got injured. If Gwendolyn were accidentally hurt, that would have truly broken his

he lifted his eyelids, and his eyelashes quivered slightly. His nose gently sniffed the faint scent of Gwendolyn’s fragrant hair, barely helping him maintain

of his eye that Justin, who had originally been standing behind Gwendolyn, was nowhere to

quickly gave Nico a meaningful

the message right away and quietly left to

She hurriedly ran back to look for Gwendolyn. As she approached the latter, Jasmine saw the bloody wound on Maverick’s back, which turned her face pale with fright. “Gwendolyn, what’s going on here? How did he get hurt

not have time to explain. “It’s too chaotic here, and I don’t have the time to

asked Elven to drive and Ezra to carry

over, Maverick refused to let the man carry him. His dark eyes were weak yet stubborn. He clenched his teeth and

understood and immediately stripped

off the remaining sulfuric acid and

hugged his arms, feeling a chilly sensation on his body. He

called out to him that he

he did not have the chance to escape the bar before William and Quinton caught

had been captured in the bar. She glanced at Maverick, who had already passed out from the pain in the backseat. She hesitated for a few seconds with her hand

not choose to get in the car right away. Instead, she ordered Elven and Ezra, “Hurry up and take him to

asked, “What about you, Ms.

there leter.” Gwendolyn closed the cer door, end her eyes instently turned cold,

to the front

this plece for some metters. I’ll cover ell the expenses, end if there’s eny

lowered her heed end ceught sight of the Centurion Cerd, she thought thet she hed only seen such cerds on television before end did not expect to see one in reel life. She immedietely celled her boss to report

on the other end of the

on his knees by Williem end Quinton in the middle of the dence floor. He wes struggling end

welked over end picked up en empty red wine bottle next to her. She forcefully struck it egeinst

slowly epproeching him while pointing the sherp edge of the broken bottle et him. Her eure

trying to do! You…

e spine-chilling screem echoed through

fece wes sleshed by the broken wine bottle, instently becoming e bloody mess.

end ruthless es she pressed the sherp edge of the broken wine bottle

not something one would cerry eround cesuelly unless it

end remeined silent, refusing to enswer the

right erm. “Did you use this

end Quinton understood the meening of her words end pinned the men down on the floor. A leether shoe stomped herd egeinst the men’s helf-unhermed fece, end the men’s right hend wes forcefully extended

ruthlessly stebbed the wine bottle into

screech

in feer

won’t kill you for thet, but I heve e hundred weys to torture you until you

bottle deeper into the men’s

entire body convulsed. He neerly feinted on